6/5, 10:34 AM
So for all I say (or others say about me) about being an experienced traveler, the few hours of my lengthy journey to London has reassured me that though well-traveled, I have none of the airport-navigating savvy that normally accompanies that form of experience. I think the majority of my airport time has consisted of following either Dad or Pastor Bob around, which of course means that I’m not really paying attention to where I’m going…
Thank God for nice, terse airport employees that point me in the right direction amidst all the very misleading signs and strange elevators. And for books that stimulate amidst what was a total of 12 hours in the airport.